Have You Seen Me?

Feb 212006
 

Have you seen me? Anywhere?
she asked.

What?

I’ve lost myself and I’m hoping
you know where I am.

Well, you’re here.
You know, right here. Now.

Not really. It’s not me.
It doesn’t feel like me. You know?

I’m sorry.

Thank you … but will that help?

Well, how did you lose yourself?

I’ve been in love …

And?

… and he left.

Oh, I see.

Yes.

So you gave yourself to him
and he took you with him
when he left? Is that it?

Apparently.

That doesn’t make sense.

Does it have to?

No, but it would help.

It would help me?

Yes.

Do what?

To get your Self back.

 February 21, 2006

Some Goodbyes Are Hard To Do

Dec 242005
 

Some goodbyes are hard to do.
Some are easy — even sought.
My hardest was losing you
and the awful pain it brought.

It has been a very long goodbye,
nor is it almost over yet.
As, you see, I still ask why
in fear I shall too soon forget.

This sad house is not a home
since you left and took your
noises and your scents to be alone
with your promise of evermore.

It is such an unkind building now,
for you still call from hollow rooms
so clearly, if asked, I would vow
I’ll surely see you here again, soon!

 December 24, 2005

Sweet Mary

Dec 212005
 

Sweet Mary had a madman for a boyfriend.
He was crazy like in nuts, mean like in dangerous.
Mary loved him.

Mary was sweet and gentle and soft of voice.
Donald, her boyfriend, was coarse, crude, loud, and evil.
It happens.

Dangerous Donald viciously attacked innocent people
and took whatever he wanted from them.
Mary knew.

Donald, night or day, mugged tired, weak old ladies.
He spent their money on booze, drugs, and other women.
Mary thought she could change him.

Dangerous Donny went home to Sweet Mary most days.
To eat, he went, and to sleep. He was less than a creep.
Mary fed him and slept him.

Mary and Donald were young and getting old fast.
Mary had a sense of time. Donald never thought about it.
Mary knew it might run out.

Drugged up Dangerous Donald came home one soft night
and bludgeoned Sweet Mary to death as she slept.
Mary would not have been surprised.

 December 21, 2005

Make Love to Life

Dec 202005
 

Live lightly with the wind and sun
and the seasons of the earth.

Move softly with the thoughts of life,
the sense of life, the landscapes of life.
Make love to life when love needs a place
to be and see what you have done there.

Steady and straight toward the truth of life
is the way, dear friend. There is no other
path is so honored. When Survival begs
your Soul to hear its Song of Death, trust
that which speaks from within your Heart.

Abide within the house of Love and travel
on the road of Wonder else you miss the
landmarks of your journey—the promise of
your life.

Do not be blind and dumb to the wondrous
light outside your inner night. Listen closely
to your primal memories, to the lessons of
the ages, the wisdom of the sages.

Make love to life when love needs a place
to be and see what you have done there.

 December 20, 2005
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